Psychotic (Sans X Reader)

☆Ch.5 Sans☆

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Your eyelids flutter open, and you realize how warm you are. Actually a little hot. Your vision is still slightly blurry but you are focused on your tan bag that is set on a dresser. Shooting up, you start to scramble for your bag, the knife sticking out of it.

"Freeze."

You obeyed. Your fingertips touched the knife lightly, but you didn't move. Slowly you turned your head to see someone standing not far from you. A blue light shines from the figure's shaded face. It wore a blue hoodie which made you cock your head in wonder. Still, fear ran through your veins, all you could think about was your knife. So you grab it and get on your knees, holding it out in front of you. Shaking, you bite your lip and point it at him.

"You're gonna have a bad time kid if you do this," the deep voice snapped.

When you hear him say 'kid' You cringe.

"I am not a kid, I'm sixteen," you say emotionless.

"Considering that I'm over a hundred years old well," he grumbled, coming closer.

You keep your hands firmly in front of you, knife clutched tightly. "S-stay back! Where am I? Who are you?"

"Slow down with the questions. You're in Snowdin. And you don't need to know that," he answered, watching you closely.

"Snowdin? Yeah I do need to know, why did you take me here? What do you want?" You blab.

"Again with the questions. Look, I might answer, if you put that damn knife down, it's really getting on my nerves," he said sternly to you.

Of course you refuse," N-no, tell me why you took me here!"

He didn't answer.

Your knife forms a blue aura around until it's yanked sharply from your grasp. It shoots into the wall, sticking. With fear your arms fall to your sides and you drop so that you're sitting on your bum now. You turn your head toward the door and make a run for it, stumbling. The blue aura returns and locks the door. You stop and turn to with horror in your eyes.

"You know I was going to kill you."

Tears formed on the sides of your eyes but you refused for them to fall.

'S-Stop this! Even if you die you can't go down as a wimp' you shout to yourself.

With clenched fist you stare him down, hoping he doesn't feed on your fear.

"What do you want," you ask with all the seriousness you can muster.

All he did was continue saying what you ignored.

"But then I saw what you were wearing."

You look down, your clothes?

"It use to belong to a... Very special friend of mine. So I assumed that Toriel sent you, am I right?"

You make a stiff nod.

"So I won't kill you... For now."

"Give me my knife back."

"No can do lady."

You glared,"Well that's not fair. Don't I deserve a chance to fight back if you try to kill me?"